‘Would you care for me to come, Roddy?’
‘I fear you’re supered,’ he said with elaborate courtesy.
‘I suppose so.’
He studied a notebook.
‘Where do I come in your list, Roddy?’
‘You’re in the twenties, somewhere,’ he said indifferently.
‘Oh, miles down——’
He seemed suddenly bored or suspicious, and shifted his position. As he did so, she saw his face for an instant, heavy-lidded and dissipated. She understood that he was thinking of voluptuous climes.
It seemed then there was no use in hoping to win him back. He was, obviously, bored to death with her.
‘What’s in here?’ he said suddenly, and plunged his hand into the earth.